GIRLS ARE GHEY, and any guy who likes girls is obviously pussy-whipped and also, quite probably ,a simpering effeminate queen. You can't argue with statistics. You can't win a debate against the kind of turgid throbbing facts that science can provide. Ninety seven percent of queers have at least talked to a woman on one or more occasions, now I don't know about you but I'm drawing the only obvious conclusion, and, quite frankly, the evidence available looks pretty goddamn convincing:

it rubs the lotion on it's skin

or else it gets the hose again

I dun really know. It's not you, it's me. You need your space, and I'd quite like to fall in love. Incompatible objectives. I'm an idiot, a real class act—so just leave me to die by natural causes, or their nearest causal medical equivalents, A friend of mine tells me that people like to egg-me-on when I'm drinking, like most races people would much rather see a car crash than any run-of-the-mill first place photo op.

I feel like saying; that I'm sick of failing and I want to quit the race entirely and if you want a car crash just keep on watchin cos I truly to aim to please and provide the goods requested.

Leave me the fuck alone, I just wanna calcify like some old stalegmite drippin on a skeleton in the temple of solomon,some peace and motherfucking quiet.